The semester is winding down, which I'm thankful for. But I am still going to be crazy busy until Christmas. I will literally celebrate when this semester is over.
Other than the crazy lifestyle I live right now, other things are good. I've been sort of withdrawing from other aspects of my life because I honestly can't handle everything all at once. Trying to deal with my stuff everyday as well as being the mediator of everyone else's life - I just couldn't cut it anymore. I'm much happier in my little hole. For now at least.
I really need to get through reading the first LOTR book. I've been reading it since July and it's bothering me that it is taking me this long. Of course I have read books for school in the meantime but I would like to continue on with my list. I think next I might read some Virginia Woolf. I'm more interested in her since I watched "The Hours" with my extremely distant family member Meryl Streep. Haha.
December is full of fun times. Going to see Spamalot at school with a group of girls. Cloe's 21st birthday. Girl's Dinner. My Christmas Party. Me, D.J., Em and Derek are going to go see the lights in Marion. During break I'm going to make Cloe watch Ally McBeal.
Life isn't so bleak right now. I need to get back into writing but I say that every day.
Only 8 more months + 1 week left until I'm Mrs. Ellsworth. Weird.
We are in the process of trying to book the honeymoon.
And we are going to turn Tyler's room into a little living room for me since I'll still be living at home. I'm kind of excited about that.
That's all I have for now.
Amy, I miss you.
And I'll leave with a song:
Maybe a little Dylan for tonight.
Cue: Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you
how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have
to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, do you want to make a deal?
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you
how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have
to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns
on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To have on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel
To have on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
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